Date: Mon, 04 Jul 2005 01:21:08 -0600
From: Dream Spinner
Subject: ST: "A VISIT TO DOCTOR REDDERIK: PART ONE" (celeb, m/t, humiliation)
Caution/Welcome. Chris Trousdale, with the help of four young fans, gets
his revenge on his former band mates from the defunct Dream Street band
after their humiliating attack on him in the middle of July. Although
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real
event nor the real sexuality of these performers. If you do not like
reading gay fantasies about celebrities or the humiliation of teenage
stars, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for
the next story. This is the forty-sixth of standalone stories in a series
of Aaron and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the
story "Aaron: Salem Seduction." The members of Dream Street were last
mentioned in the thirty-sixth story "Aaron: Street Revenge" and the doctor
has starred in two earlier stories, the latest being the sixteenth story,
"Frankie and the Doctor." At the time this series was begun, this author
was posting another series, The Brewster Adventures, featuring the sexual
exploits of four young brothers, one preteen and the others in their teens.
The thirtieth story in that series, which the author hopes to resume some
day, was "The Brewsters and Dream Street Celebrate Sadie Hawkins Day."
This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult
entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the
purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without
the permission of the author. Due to the length of this story, it is
posted in two parts. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson
at authorsix@hotmail.com
A VISIT TO DOCTOR REDDERIK: PART ONE
"Hello?"
"Matt?"
"Yeah."
"This is Greg."
"Oh, hey, Greg! Whatzup man?"
"I got a letter," Greg said evasively.
"You too?"
"So, you got one also?"
"From the Brewster brothers."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I did."
"Do you know if any of the others did?"
"I dunno. Funny, I was thinking of maybe phoning you this evening
about the very same thing."
"So what do you make of it? You think there's anything to it?"
"I dunno. It sounds far fetched."
"Very."
"But at the same time it sounds convincing."
"It does."
"Of course we both know the Brewster brothers. They can be as
convincing as a pimple on the tip of your nose and lying through their
teeth."
"Yeah. They are pranksters, and damn good at it."
"But honest when you come right down to it, and caring."
"Oh yeah, they do care about others, and they're totally up front type
of guys. If a guy was in need of a real friend, I can't think of anyone
better than any one of them."
"So what do you think? This a prank, or are they genuinely worried
about us?"
"Damned if I know."
"That makes two of us."
"Yeah," Greg replied with a frown, none the wiser.
That afternoon he'd gotten a letter hand marked all over the front and
back "Confidential" and "Personal" in huge letters. Of course that caught
the eye and raised the curiosity of his mother who unfortunately saw the
envelop before he had a chance to slip it in his pocket. She no longer
opened his mail like she used to, but that didn't prevent her from asking
about his mail, and the one thing he could not do was lie to his mother.
Thankfully they had never gotten into a conversation about some of the more
personal stuff in his life, like his sexual experiences, where he'd have
to. His past experience with the Brewster brothers was a good example.
He had put the incident with the four brothers behind him but he'd
never forgotten about them. He and the rest of the Dream Street band had
met them almost two years ago, after their performance at Orlando. They
had thought they were meeting a fan club, only to find out the club
consisted of only the four brothers, who had one thing on their mind, sex.
It was a long story, but after the threat of blackmail and some fancy
trickery and negotiating by the four brothers, they ended up playing in
their hometown for their school's Sadie Hawkins dance, and engaging in an
all out orgy with the brothers afterward. That is not something you can
forget.
Then out of the blue that afternoon after two years he'd gotten a
letter from the four brothers. It began innocently enough, telling him how
much they enjoyed his singing and latest songs, like any other fan letter,
but between the words were hints about how much they also liked his
performance that night after the Sadie Hawkins dance, and how his bod
turned them on. Then they hit him with why they were writing. Seems the
oldest boy, Brett, had become ill while they were on holiday in Oklahoma
that month, and was diagnosed with having an anti-virility virus, which
supposedly lay dormant in one's testicles due to their lower body
temperature, but became active if one's testicles became overheated, which
evidently Brett's had. They did not say how, but reading between the lines
he could hear their snickering and hints about hot sex.
Having read about there being a relationship between the temperature
of one's balls and sperm count, that was the part of the letter he found
convincing. The kicker was that it could only be transmitted through
sperm, and could remain dormant for years, so could have been transmitted
to him even as far back as two years ago, or even more likely they
intimated in the letter, Brett could have gotten it from him or one of the
others in the band that night they'd spent together. So they were
encouraging everyone they'd had sex with to get checked, and even gave the
name, address and phone number of the doctor who had treated them in
Oklahoma City. It was all very suspicious, but all very believable too,
and especially giving the name of the doctor who could verify their
information.
"Tell you what. I'll phone Frankie and see if he got the letter too,
and you give Jesse a call."
"Sure. Who's gonna phone Chris?"
There was a long pause at the other end of the phone. "Damn if I'm
going to. In fact I hope he's infected and the letter to him got lost."
There was a long pause at Matt's end. "If he is infected, you know
what that could mean, for three of us especially."
"Yeah," Greg replied, realizing what Matt meant. He, Matt and Frankie
had forced the son- of-a-bitch to have sex with them back in July, the
result of a revenge plan getting totally out of hand. "Well, let's see
what the others think first."
Two quick phone calls confirmed that Frankie had received the
disturbing letter also, and was just as uncertain about its validity as
Matt and Greg. Jesse had not, but then with his travelling about the
country and spending time in California on his filming and in New York with
his singing, it was easy to have gotten waylaid. He too, did not know what
to make of it. A third call made by Greg verified that there was indeed a
doctor by the name of Erin Redderik in Oklahoma City who specialized in
youth medicine, especially boys, and in talking directly to him, he
confirmed that he was not only aware of the virus, but was the leading
authority on it in the country. Of course he could not reveal who his
patients were, but advised Greg if one of them had the virus and had
contacted him, then the sooner he could make an appointment to see him the
better, and when Greg asked, replied if there were several of them who had
been contacted he could see them as a group if they so wished. In fact, he
advised, it would be more expedient to do so.
It was not how the four former members of Dream Street had imagined
getting together again, but the following Monday the four met in the outer
office of one Doctor Erin Redderik in Oklahoma City. None of them knew if
the others were sexually active, but knowing Jesse and Aaron Carter were
lovers, the others wondered if he'd said anything to him yet. The truth
was, Jesse was not so sure this wasn't just another Brewster scam, and he
was not about to worry his boyfriend until he knew he had the disease.
Aaron had enough on his mind with his tour and with the difficulty his
mother and father were going through at the time. As for the fifth member
of their former band, Chris Trousdale, they had decided since he'd made no
effort to contact them they would not bother contacting him, and other than
Jesse who did have a warm heart and who, unbeknownst to the others, had
engaged in sex with him and Stevie Brock just a month ago after the three
of them had performed at the Hudson Riverfest in Albany, none of them were
concerned about him. Jesse figured he could still make the call, if he had
to, after the checkup.
As the boys paced and fidgeted in the waiting room, Doctor Erin
Redderik smiled as he paused in the hallway on the way to the examination
room and watched them over the top of his glasses. Making young boys fret
about their health was one of the many things the fifty-year-old doctor
enjoyed. Boys were always taking chances with their health, thinking they
were invincible, and making them worry was not a bad thing, especially when
there was no reason for them to be worrying. He had no idea who these
Brewster boys were, or how they had found out about him, but looking over
the four handsome, worried celebrity teens he did know that he owned the
brothers big time. That he knew as well as he knew there was no such thing
as an anti-virility virus.
He had been surprised to get the letter from the brothers telling him
that they wanted to play a prank on three celebrities and that they knew he
was an expert on humiliating arrogant, spoiled teens who needed to be
brought down a peg. That was true. He knew boys very well, and he knew
boy celebs almost as well, having a sixteen-year-old daughter who with her
friends was into boy bands big time. So, the first possibility for the
letter that came to his mind was that the four brothers were boyfriends of
girls who were smitten by these three members of the former Dream Street
band and they wanted to get even with them. He could understand their
envy. He himself envied these young punk teenagers who jetted around the
world and had thousands of teenage girls swooning over them. It certainly
was not a life he'd lead as a teenage boy.
There was another possibility. These four Brewster brothers could be
fans who had been snubbed by the three celebrity teens, likely he suspected
because they were guys and the band was composed of macho straight boys
with a phobia about gays. In that the boys had named three of the five
former members of the band lead more credence to that theory than his first
one, the four brothers likely having hit on these three boys specifically.
That all four boys were gay or bi was a stretch, he had to admit, but it
was not an impossibility, and of course it could be only one was and the
other brothers were throwing in their support. That a fourth member of the
former band had also shown up but not the fifth was curious, but then
knowing the competition in the music industry, and a bit about the spat the
boys had had with each other and their producers, a devastating event in
the eyes of his daughter and her friends at the time, it was quite
explainable.
Another thing that was explainable when he thought about it was how
the Brewster boys had known about him. Considering he'd been playing his
own scams on young celebrities for several years, and on the local teenage
boys even longer, that his well-guarded secret had finally leaked out was
to be expected. That was worrisome. If these totally unknown brothers
knew, then who had told them, and whom else had they told? The general
population did not particularly hold boylovers in esteem, especially
married boylovers who were also doctors, and he figured even more so those
who messed around with teenage heartthrobs. That had been worrisome, but
the opportunity that had presented itself when he'd received the letter was
just too tempting to decline. The problem he would address later.
He smiled and stroked his closely trimmed beard, the black having
recently become streaked with a bit of grey like his temples, which many
said made him look even more distinguished, and he felt a stirring in his
trousers as he thought about the fun he'd planned for the next twenty-four
hours. That there were four boys in his waiting room instead of three
didn't alter the plan, and quite frankly, the addition of the hot-looking
Jesse McCartney just made his plan all the hotter. His cock swelling with
anticipation, he made sure the medical equipment he was going to need was
all in place and he checked out his recording equipment to be sure
everything was in operating order. He knew having himself videotaped was
taking a huge risk, but from what the Brewster boys had said in their
letter to him, they already had enough on him to turn him in if they
wanted, and also from what they'd said, he was pretty confident he could
trust them, being able to watch the boys' humiliation by live cam being the
only pay the brothers had wanted in return for setting up the teens in the
waiting room.
At that very moment, the four brothers were sitting at home before
their computer and waiting with anticipation and throbbing boners as the
live cam was turned on and they leaned forward for a better look at the
room where the action was about to take place. They had no idea exactly
what that action was going to be, but they were confident it was going to
be good, and it was going to be hot. Using the skills of Doctor Redderik
had been Brett's idea.
As his three brothers would have readily said, he was the brains of the
four of them, with Bobby certain to have added that he didn't mind in that
he was the cute one. From what Chris Trousdale had told them, Matt, Greg
and Frankie deserved everything that they were about to get.
When Chris had phoned and told the four brothers he needed their help
in getting back at three of his former band mates, they were more than
willing, always eager for a good prank, and especially remembering the
sarcastic remarks the three had made about gay boys the night they'd first
met. They were even more willing when they pried out of Chris what his
three former band mates had done to him. Pranks were one thing, but they'd
gone way beyond pranks in the opinion of the four brothers. They never did
explain to Chris just what the doctor did, nor how it was that they knew
about him, but given that the boys claimed to have had sex from everything
and everyone from Greek gods to Satan himself and from Rickey Martin to
sasquatches, he didn't ask. When they'd phoned him back and not only said
they'd set everything up but had given him the URL to pick up the live cam
so he could actually watch the action he could not believe it.
"If you boys will follow me, Doctor Redderik will see you now."
As the four boys followed the shapely young nurse, their eyes
immediately dropped to her buttocks, the curvature revealed by her tight
fitting uniform. She was in her mid twenties, but that did not stop the
boys from fantasizing. Not only did she have a nice ass, but she had huge
boobs, D cup for sure, nicely revealed by her low-cut blouse. Normally all
four boys would have felt a stirring in their pants, but on this morning
nothing was happening. They hoped that it was simply anxiety over the
meeting with the doctor though they all feared it was something much worse.
Little did they know that the medication the doctor had Nurse Parker give
them an hour ago when they had arrived for their appointment was a strong
diuretic and an even stronger dose of potassium nitrate, also known as
saltpetre, a chemical every schoolboy knows is used to curb sexual desire
and is generously mixed into the mashed potatoes in school cafeterias and
summer school camps. The room she lead them to was a simple, typical
examination room with several instruments laid out on a tray on a trolley,
various charts on the walls, a single examination table covered with a
white paper, and two stools, one high and one low. The only thing unusual
about the room was the hidden cam, which only the doctor knew about.
The Brewster brothers were surprised to see the presence of Jesse when
the four filed into the room, but there was not much they could do about
it, and besides, he was one hot looking dude and watching him being
humiliated by the doctor was going to be a bonus. Chris was surprised to
see Jesse there also, and sorry in that Jesse had not been part of the
revenge the other three had taken out on him, but like the Brewsters, he
figured there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, he really was not
all that upset at Jesse's presence. Despite his experiences with guys and
recently with Jesse, he had engaged in guy-guy sex out of necessity or
because he hadn't had any choice. When you came right down to it, unlike
the others, Jesse was a fag, and as far as he was concerned, fags had no
right to share the earth with the likes of him.
"Thank you Nurse Parker," Doctor Redderik said as he entered the room.
"I would like you to stay in case I need some help with these boys' exam."
"Of course, Doctor."
"Now, then, let's see, we have Matt Ballinger, Greg Raposo, Jesse
McCartney, and Frankie Galasso," he said, glancing at the boys and each
nodding as his name was called. "Now then, exactly why have you boys made
an appointment with me?"
"Ah, well," began Frankie, the oldest of the four, "ah, well, you see,
we, ah got this letter, saying we might have, ah, well," he stumbled,
glancing at Nurse Parker and then whispering, "an anti-virility virus."
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that last part, could you repeat that, a
bit louder?"
"An anti-virility virus."
"Oh, I see, you're concerned about your loss of virility," the doctor
responded loud enough for the outer room to hear, never mind Nurse Parker.
The boys immediately turned bright red. "Well, boys, let me explain a few
basics about virility to you." The boys fidgeted and glanced at each other
self-consciously, wishing the nurse would leave and wondering if this was
such a good idea to see him as a group. A guy didn't talk about his
virility, or lack of it actually, in front of his buddies, and certainly
not front of a woman, even if she was a nurse. "There are three things
that determine virility in a male," Doctor Redderik explained, delighting
in their embarrassment, and despite their humiliation, they all leaned in
to listen closely. So did Nurse Parker, for reasons other than
professional. "First of course are physical factors, your health, your
age, and things like that. Basically, a real man has the body of a man.
If there is anything effeminate about his physique then there is reason to
suspect his virility." Doctor Redderik purposefully glanced at Matt,
causing the eighteen-year-old blond to purse his lips and stare down at the
floor with even more embarrassment, knowing very well what the doctor was
suggesting. His three buddies knew also. Of the four of them, with his
pale complexion, fine hair, and fine features, he looked the most
effeminate. "So, the first thing we'll need to do his give each of you a
physical." The boys sighed with relief. No problem there. They were
healthy, and as manly as they come, and they had thousands of screaming
girl fans who would support them on that.
"The second is mental. The mind is a powerful factor in everything we
do, and there is a large body of research out there that shows that men
think differently from women." There was no problem there. They
definitely thought like boys, and after scores of interviews with fan mags
and public signings, they had a good idea how girls thought, which was not
like them. "Of course there are gay boys, who don't think like real men,
but don't think like women either," Doctor Redderik added, having observed
the look of confidence on the faces of the four boys regarding the first
two sources of virility. Strong confidence made what he had in mind all
the better and it would make their self-doubt all the more devastating when
it occurred, but throwing in a curve once in a while to question their
confidence was a good thing too, and from the looks on their faces he'd
succeeded in doing that. Jesse in particular wondered if the doctor was
going to be able to tell he was gay, not that he had a problem with that.
He was gay, and comfortable being gay, but he knew if word of that got out
to his fans it could hurt his career, a lot. Besides, he was not ready to
come out to his family quite yet, and he especially didn't want to draw any
suspicion on Aaron. The guys knew he and Aaron were an item, but as far as
he knew, nobody else did, and Aaron certainly didn't need that revealed in
his life right now.
"The last," continued the doctor with a suppressed smile, having seen
the return of concern with his last statement, "is what I call soul. I
don't mean in a religious sense. It is a person's spirit, his beliefs if
you will, the principles that guide his behaviour."
The boys frowned, not so sure what that was about, but figuring if it
meant virility was behaving like a man, there was no problem there either,
even for Jesse. You see the stereotypical queer on TV shows all the time,
mincing and feminine and acting like a bitch. Jesse was not like that at
all, and they certainly weren't.
Nurse Parker frowned also. There was nothing in the doctor's little
lesson that she didn't know already, and hadn't known since she'd reached
puberty. She was very well aware how a real man looked, thought, and
behaved, and what he found attractive in a woman, attributes she knew she
was not lacking in, something else she'd known since puberty.
"So, let's start by seeing what sort of bodies you four have. Strip
down to your underwear and we'll take some measurements." The boys glanced
at each other, and at Nurse Parker. They'd expected they'd have to take an
exam, but strip to their underwear in front of a woman? They were macho,
but they were boys, and that was embarrassing, even if she was a nurse.
"Nurse Parker, I'd like you to record the information on these exam charts
for me as I take these boys' measurements," Doctor Redderik said,
confirming she would be sticking around. The boys slowly and with growing
embarrassment removed their clothing until they were standing there in only
their briefs, three of them having selected their favourite and what they
figured their sexiest boxers, knowing they'd be stripping before each
other, and Matt having put on his white, Calvin Klein bikini briefs for the
same reason.
"Now then, your name and date of birth," the doctor began, turning to
Frankie.
"Frankie Galasso," Frankie replied, "January 24, 1985." At eighteen
and seven months, Frankie was the oldest of the four. Darkly handsome with
a well developed, muscular body, the result of doing five hundred pushups
every day, he had no concerns about this part of the exam as he stood there
in his sexy, black Tommy Hilfiger boxers. To his surprise as the doctor
took his height and weight and his chest, waist, and hip measurements and
called them out, he hummed and tsked and frowned. He wanted to ask if
everything was all right, but afraid what the answer might be, he stood
there silently, wondering what the doctor was thinking, and the others.
Greg, four months younger and only slightly shorter, stepped up next
in his red plaid boxers by Structure. His muscles were more defined, a
feature that he accented by wearing muscle shirts or open shirts in his
performances, but to his surprise he received the same unspoken assessment
as Frankie had, and the same tsking and humphing. He could not help
glancing over at Nurse Parker with each humph and tsk. Normally he would
have been embarrassed being seen in just his underwear by a woman, and what
would have been of an even greater concern would have been the likelihood
of popping a boner in the presence of a woman as stacked as she was even
though she was seven years older than he was. To his surprise, and
consternation, despite those last thoughts, he was having no physical
reaction at all. Realizing that could mean he had the virus, instead of
focussing on something else to avoid popping a boner as he would normally
have done, he found himself purposefully staring at her D cup sized boobs,
provocatively revealed in her low-cut uniform, and at her shapely ass, also
provocatively revealed in her tight skirt. To his dismay there was still
not the slightest reaction.
Matt, only two weeks older than Greg, was actually the shortest and
thinnest of the four, and as was mentioned, who with his pale skin, fine,
blond hair and slenderness, looked the most effeminate. Of the four he was
the most nervous about the exam. Doctor Redderik sensed that immediately,
and he played it up all the more, shaking his head as he took his
measurements and tsking even louder. Impressed by the above average
physiques of the first two boys, Nurse Parker could see why the doctor was
more critical of Matt, but even so she knew that the measurements were
nothing to really be alarmed about other than the boy could add a bit of
weight and muscle. Matt, knowing even before they'd entered the reception
room of the hospital, that of the four he'd come out the worst on the exam,
and being concerned about his physique like all teenage boys are, even when
they are eighteen, he, like Greg, concentrated on Nurse Parker, figuring if
he popped a boner in her presence, as embarrassing as that might be, it
would at least prove his virility. To his dismay, nothing was happening,
no matter how hard he concentrated and no matter how erotic his thoughts.
"Jesse McCartney, April 9, 1987." At sixteen and five months, Jesse
was the youngest of the four but taller and heavier than Matt, and though
his muscles were not as sharply defined as Greg's nor Frankie's, he was in
very good shape, a necessity for his acting and singing career. Standing
there in his Extreme Zone print boxers, he was not so concerned about the
physical as he was about other things the doctor had said about gay boys
being different from straight. He carefully studied the doctor's face for
the slightest sign that he knew, but as with the others, the doctor said
nothing and simply tsked and grunted.
"So?" asked Jesse as the doctor concluded, not just for himself but
for all of them.
"Hmm, well, we've only just begun the exam," the doctor said. "I
wouldn't make any judgements so early." He paused as if thinking of
something. "I did notice none of you boys had any difficulties standing
here in just your underwear in front of Nurse Parker, if you know what I
mean," he said, raising one eyebrow. He had, actually, noticed more than
that. He'd noticed the looks particularly that Greg and Matt had been
giving his shapely nurse, and knowing teenage boys well, he knew exactly
what was going on in their minds. "Most boys would have had an
embarrassing reaction," he observed, causing them even more embarrassment
than if they had. "That could be a sign of an anti-virility virus."
If any of the four had not been thinking that, they were now, and the
renewed look of anxiety on their faces sent a thrill up the doctor's spine.
He so loved to play with boys' minds, and that was not difficult boys being
so open and easy to read. Of course Frankie, Greg and Matt were even more
embarrassed having the doctor make the observation in front of the nurse,
and Jesse, for whom a shapely woman did nothing, became even more concerned
what the doctor might find out about him in this examination. As for Nurse
Parker, she was well aware of the effect she had on men, and in the three
years working with Doctor Redderik especially on impressionable teenage
boys, but she had not noticed their total lack of any reaction. Her
admiration for Doctor Redderik's skill and powers of observation when
dealing with the young male, which was already very high, increased still
further.
"Well, then," he continued, turning to Matt, "let's drop those briefs
and take a closer look, shall we?" Matt swallowed hard and glanced over at
Nurse Parker. To his surprise she stood there as expressionlessly as if
the doctor had asked him to stick out his tongue and say ah. Actually, the
first time the doctor had suggested that a boy drop his underwear in her
presence she too had been shocked, but the doctor had explained later that
he was in fact telling the boys that there was nothing wrong with exposing
their bodies, and that their privates were nothing to be ashamed of. It
was, actually, a very healthy attitude to foster. "Oh, don't worry about
Nurse Parker," the doctor said with a smile. "I'm sure there is nothing in
there that she has not seen hundreds of times." That was true,
professionally of course, and she knew his joking, causal approach was to
help reduce the embarrassment of his patients. It was all part of his
personality, which made him one of the most popular doctors on staff.
The comment had done nothing to reduce Matt's embarrassment, and
flushing a bright red, he pushed down his briefs and then on the doctor's
instructions stepped out of them. He stepped out of his underwear every
day without a problem, but in front of the young nurse you'd think he was
still learning to dress and undress himself as they tangled about his ankle
and as he staggered unsteadily first on one foot and then the other.
Glancing away from her and seeing the embarrassment for him in his former
band mates' eyes did not help. Not knowing where to look he stared
straight ahead as the doctor cupped his balls and told him to cough, and
then rolled his balls in their loose sac.
Doctor Redderik took his time, slowly fiddling with the effeminate
young teen's balls. They were warm and sweaty from his bikini briefs, and
the boy was well-hung. He slowly rolled the eggs in their loose sack and
stretched the skin between his thumb and forefinger.
Crossing his left arm across his chest and resting his right elbow on it
as he brought his fingers to his face and stared down at the boy's crotch
as if deep in thought, he inhaled deeply, relishing the musky aroma of the
teenager's balls and the unhindered view of his privates. He went on to
examine Matt's penis, sitting down on the low stool and gently lifting the
flaccid tube up and leaning forward to examine it more closely, and to
inhale its fragrance also. He ever so slowly pulled back the foreskin to
reveal the sensitive knob it had encased. The penis really was a
magnificent organ, and he imagined God had to have spent a lot of time when
he'd designed that particular part of the male's anatomy.
"I see a bit of redness here just below the glans," he observed,
running a fingertip along the sensitive skin he'd exposed. Matt looked
down in horror as he felt his organ responding. He couldn't get it up
thinking of Nurse Parker, but he was about to pop a boner being fondled by
a man! "Nurse, will you get me that vial of salve on the counter, the one
with the white lid." He gently ran a fingertip along the sensitive skin
again, causing Matt to swell a bit more. It was with the greatest
difficulty that he repressed his smile. Waiting until she was standing
right beside them and reaching down to hand the doctor the vial, he looked
up at Matt. "Tell me, do you bathe regularly?"
"Ah, yeah, of course. Daily." What sort of question was that to ask
a guy in front of his buddies, and a woman!
"And when you wash your penis, do you pull the skin back and wash
under your skin thoroughly with soap?"
Matt wanted to shrink up to nothing and disappear. What did he
expect?
He was eighteen for fucksake, not eight! "Yeah, of course," he croaked,
and the way his voice broke it had to sound like he was lying.
Generously applying the salve, which was actually a desensitizing
cream commonly prescribed to men who suffered from premature ejaculation
due to having an overly sensitive glans, Doctor Redderik gave Matt's
half-erect dick a parting squeeze. Going on to Frankie, he similarly began
by fiddling with his balls. They were larger than Matt's but not hung
quite so low, and much hairier. As he rolled them between his fingers, he
noticed Frankie's penis slowly begin to swell and again he smiled to
himself as he thought how mortified the eighteen-year-old must be getting
an erection from being handled by a man. He took his time before finally
lifting up his semierect penis and inspecting it. In his embarrassment
Frankie hadn't noticed the doctor hadn't washed his hands between handling
Matt's penis and his own, and none of them noticed he was not wearing
plastic gloves.
"Has your shaft always been so heavily veined?"
"Uh, ah, I guess," Frankie replied. He knew the veins on his penis
were more prominent that most guys, but he'd never considered that a
problem before. In fact, he'd considered that a sign of manliness, but he
detected a hint of concern in the doctor's voice.
"Nurse, come look at this. They are very prominent."
Oh God! A woman bending over to look at his penis should have been
highly erotic but under the circumstances it was totally embarrassing. As
much as he wanted to pop a boner to prove his virility, he definitely did
not want to at that precise moment. With all the blood having rushed to
his cheeks, plus the saltpetre and the desensitizing cream left on the
doctor's fingers, he did not know he didn't have a worry. When the doctor
dipped his fingers into the jar and smeared the cooling cream over his
knob, he was too embarrassed to ask why.
Jesse was next and the doctor spent an even longer time stroking his
tender eggs and rolling them between his fingers, delighting in watching
the boy's cock slowly begin to swell and delighting even more in the look
of mortification in his eyes. Jesse was one hot looking teenage hunk, and
he was rapidly swelling himself as he fondled the boy's balls. As he'd
done with Matt, the doctor carefully examined his penis as the boy stood
there blushing and his heart high in his chest with anxiety. Also as he'd
done with Matt, he slowly pulled back the sixteen-year-old's foreskin to
expose his glans. As he gently ran his fingertip along the skin
immediately below his knob he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath
and a shudder from the embarrassed teen. "Have you always been tender
there?" he asked, knowing that every boy was.
"Ah, yeah, I guess."
"You do pull your skin back and wash there with soap."
"Yeah. Of course."
Doctor Redderik smiled to himself knowing how embarrassing that
question was when asked alone, never mind in front of one's buddies and a
nurse. He applied a generous dollop of the desensitizing cream to the knob
of the now tense and anxious teenager. The boy would have great difficulty
getting an erection for the next few hours. He himself had a raging boner
and the seven inches was demanding attention.
Greg was last, and again he was too embarrassed and worried to notice
that the doctor did not wash hands before handling his balls, and then his
penis. Doctor Redderik applied the cream to his knob also without making a
comment. It would have been suspicious to suggest all four boys had a
redness or a tenderness. As for Greg, like Frankie, he was too embarrassed
to ask why the cream was being applied.
"Now, let's have a look at those prostates," he said matter of factly.
"Nurse Parker, will you get me a pair of rubber gloves please." The boys
could not believe it. They knew enough about the male anatomy and physical
exams to know what a prostate was, and how a doctor checked it. He could
not possibly be planning on doing that in front of all of them, and
certainly not in front of the nurse! "You boys didn't seem to have any
problems having your testicles and penis handled," he observed. "You've
been touched there by a guy before?"
Their upcoming prostate exam suddenly forgotten, the boys didn't know
how to reply to the totally unexpected question. They'd had physicals
before, but not once had a doctor ever made that observation, nor asked
that question! They had of course all been touched there by another guy
before, and not professionally as part of an examination, but it certainly
was not something they regularly did or were used to as the doctor had
implied. They wanted to say that, but they were too embarrassed to even
say yes never mind discuss the details. They each found themselves nodding
sheeplishly and even though they knew how that looked they could not
explain their answer.
"Celebrities," he tsked as he shook his head. "You certainly do lead
a different life style from us normal folk." The boys glanced at each
other, their hearts sinking.
It was not like that at all, but each knew that his chance to explain had
passed. To say anything now would sound like a lie or an excuse. Besides,
they had been touched there, by each other, and by other guys, so what more
was there really to explain?
Selecting Jesse first, he had him turn around and bend over and pull
apart his ass cheeks. Having performed thousands of prostate exams on
young boys, the fifty-year-old doctor easily slipped his lubed, gloved
finger up the boy's rectum. He quickly found the boy's prostate and
stroked it. Despite the saltpetre, Jesse could not help but begin to swell
with that type of stimulation and there was nothing he could do to hide the
fact. He closed his eyes and prayed that the doctor would hurry up and get
this over before he became totally erect. "Hmm, enjoying that are we?"
Doctor Redderik observed in a clinical voice. "I figured my finger went in
particularly easily." Jesse's eyes popped open in mortification as his
face turned beet red!
When she'd first heard the doctor making that comment to a young boy
Nurse Parker had been shocked and had wondered how the doctor could
embarrass a boy so, all boys being concerned about their masculinity, which
the statement definitely questioned, and being embarrassed by the procedure
besides. When he later explained to her that he was joking with them and
trying to make the embarrassing procedure less uncomfortable, and that he
later explained to them that their response was perfectly natural, she
accepted his explanation. He was, after all, the doctor, and had a very
solid reputation. Jesse of course did not see it as a joke, and he did not
know how to respond. There was no question what the doctor was implying,
and despite not being ashamed of being gay, admitting it vocally and in
front of a woman was not something that was easy to do, and especially
since it was really none of their business. In that the doctor didn't
really seem to be expecting an answer, he didn't give him one. As the
doctor called Frankie over next and had him assume the same position, Jesse
fretted if saying nothing had been the wisest decision.
"Hmm, Nurse Parker, come look at this." The handsome,
eighteen-year-old heartthrob of thousands of girls stood there in total
humiliation as the nurse squatted down behind him beside the doctor and
examined his asshole as he pulled apart his ass cheeks. "This is a good
opportunity for you to see the growth pattern of anal hair in its initial
stages," the doctor instructed, tracing the fine hairs along Frankie's
crack and his anus and causing a shiver of arousal to ripple up his spine
and up the core of his shaft. His arousal was lost in his overwhelming
humiliation. Slowly inserting his lubed and gloved finger, Doctor Redderik
massaged the eighteen-year-old's prostate, knowing the pleasure that he was
giving him, and the embarrassment he was feeling, and if he was like most
eighteen-year-old straight boys, the confusion in his mind as tried to
rationalize why having a man stick his finger up his ass was getting him
aroused.
Matt and Greg watched with growing apprehension as they waited their
turn. Deciding to come as a group had definitely been a mistake! Instead
of being moral support for each other, this was proving to be totally
humiliating. It was too late now and so they took their turns, bending
over and pulling apart their ass cheeks and standing there wishing the
doctor would get it over with and praying that they did not do anything to
cause the doctor to make an insinuating remark about them as they had with
Jesse. It seemed to take him forever. Knowing the pleasure that a boy
felt, and the angst that caused, the straight boys afraid their response
was an indication there was something gay about them, and the gay boys
afraid it was revealing their secret, Doctor Redderik took great delight in
this particular part of the physical examination. That the four boys he
was "examining" that afternoon were handsome, famous teenage heartthrobs
drooled over by thousands of teenage girls made that afternoon all the more
enjoyable.
"Now then," he said as he removed the gloves and washed his hands,
"let's have a closer look at those chests. After measuring Greg's muscle
tone, he squeezed and massaged his firm pecs, impressed by the
eighteen-year-old's musculature. Most young men he examined were not in
such good shape. That was one of the love-hate things he had with
celebrities. Those who looked after themselves and had great physiques
because of strict diets and strenuous physical activity because having a
great body was part of their success as a musician or an actor he admired.
It took perseverence and a strong character and he appreciated and
understood the effort it took. Those he also envied, having never had such
a build himself as a teenager, being, as he was now, on the heavy side.
For those other teen celebrities who let their high living and easy access
to sweets, soda pop and rich food, or their dependence on fast foods in
their busy lives, ruin their health and turn their bodies to flab, he
envied them their success and riches and that they didn't have to be
concerned about their looks, but also hated them for being able to indulge
in their excesses, having never had the money to do so himself as a youth
nor a college student.
He brushed the fleshy pad of his palm against Greg's nipple, sending a
ripple of irritation through it and he smiled as the boy tensed. He
continued "accidentally" brushing against it until the teenage boy's
nipples were firm and sticking out painfully and obviously. He knew the
boy had to be embarrassed by his reaction, and especially as the result of
being touched by a man.
He called up Jesse next, and as he similarly "inspected" his chest he
again "accidentally" brushed against his nipples with the pad of his hand,
and as he massaged and squeezed the boy's adolescent breasts, he noted that
one sign of virility in a boy was having firm, flat, muscular chests, not
flabby, soft breasts of a girl, not saying that Jesse's were fat or flabby
but certainly leaving the insinuation. As in the case of his earlier
insinuation, Jesse was too surprised by the totally unexpected and
unfounded comment to object or to question if the doctor was in fact making
an insinuation. As the naked teenager stepped back, his teats swollen and
jutting out like some slut's, he again wondered if giving the doctor the
benefit of the doubt and remaining quiet had been the best choice. He was
also beginning to think the doctor was singling him out for his
insinuations.
The doctor similarly massaged and squeezed Matt's pecs, and he
observed as he ran a fingertip over his areole and his hard, projecting
teat, that women enjoyed having their breasts massaged and played with.
With thrills of stimulation rippling through his aroused teats and with his
nipples clearly erect and burning, Matt took that the only way he could,
that the doctor was making the observation that women liked having their
tits played with and evidently so did he, and as such implying that he
wasn't all the man he was supposed to be. He didn't come right out and say
he was gay, but he might just as well have. Of course the doctor could
also have just been making an observation about women and not implying a
thing, making small talk as he conducted his exam as doctors and dentists
often do. Not know which way the doctor had meant it, and not knowing what
to say if he was making an accusation, Matt chose to say nothing. Like
Jesse, as the naked teenager stood back with his nipples obviously aroused,
he wondered if being quiet had been the right thing to do, and like Jesse,
he too was beginning to think the doctor was singling him out.
Although she took offense to the obviously sexist remark and could see
the boys were embarrassed for her, Nurse Parker kept quiet also, as she had
on previous occasions when the doctor had made the comment to young boys in
her presence. She was, after all, the nurse and he the doctor and her
boss, and she knew he was just making small talk with the boys and talking
to them at their level, all boys having some pretty sexist ideas about
women and breasts. It was that rapport and understanding with young boys
that made him the success he was. Besides, she had to admit, she did like
to have her breasts played with.
As with Greg, the doctor could not help but be impressed with
Frankie's solid, muscular chest and top muscle tone. At eighteen, he had
lost his boyish chest fat, but he was still too young to have developed the
bulk and hardness that came with adulthood, at least for those adults who
looked after their bodies. Lost in his own pleasure as he massaged and
squeezed Frankie's pecs and brushed his fingertips over his nipples, Doctor
Redderik momentarily forgot that he and Frankie were not alone.
"You know," he said critically, finally finishing with Frankie and
stepping back to look at the four boys standing there naked and with their
irritated nipples protruding and itching, "a real man doesn't shave his
chest."
The four boys glanced at each other. "Ah, we don't," observed
Frankie.
"Oh?" replied the doctor as if in surprise. "I'd just assumed at your
age, and well, the lack of even a single strand of hair. . . . Well, that
is significant," he said softly, as if talking to himself. "Chest hair is
a sign of virility in the male, and if you have not been shaving your
chests, then perhaps. . . ." The implication was clear, at least to the
four boys. Anti-virility virus! "Nurse Parker, make a note of that."
Doctor Redderik paused as if in deep thought, though in reality having
rehearsed this scenario in his mind days ago. "I suppose we'd best double
check that your lack of hair follicle stimulating hormones is not virus
related." The boys glanced at each other. They knew that many girls were
turned on by guys with smooth chests, but they also knew that having a
hairy chest was a sign of a real man and that there were many girls who'd
be even more turned on by the idea of running their fingers through a man's
chest hairs. Ever since they'd hit puberty, they, like every other boy on
the planet, had checked almost daily for the first signs of pit hair, the
first silky wisps of lip hair, and yes, the first appearance of chest hair.
"That is easily done," Doctor Redderik continued as he walked around
the boys, "all we need to do is shave a patch where you have grown hair and
see if it grows back in." If it grows back in? Each of the boys
instinctively reached up and touched his scalp. Like almost all teenage
boys, they spent hours combing, teasing, and pampering their hair. As
celebrities, they knew that the style, colour and length of their hair were
major topics among their female fans, and just as important to their
careers as their voices. Doctor Redderik was well aware of that also.
"Not our heads," observed Greg, having recently topped his with a
blond tint. "We, you know, have to perform."
"Hmm, I see your point, especially if it doesn't grow back in." That
was a cruel suggestion, and Doctor Redderik felt a thrill of arousal at the
look of angst on the faces of the boys as they considered the fact they
could already be going bald. "I suppose we could shave you where it is not
so public," he observed, glancing down between their legs and suppressing a
smile. That was, of course, what he'd had in mind all along. He did so
love playing with boys' minds, and it was particularly enjoyable when
things fell into place, and particularly where his victim, well, patient,
took an active role in his own embarrassment. "Nurse Parker, will you get
me a basin of warm water, and a straight razor and some shaving cream.
Now, which of you would like to step up to the table first?"
Matt didn't particularly want to be shaven, but he knew first or last,
it was going to be done, so he stepped forward and perched on the edge of
the examination table. He did not know what was worse, having the doctor
lather up his hairs and balls, the embarrassment of being shaved in front
of everyone, the horror of seeing his curly strawberry blond pubic curls
being shorn, or having his penis and testicles handled by the fat, balding
fifty-year-old doctor as he sat there shaving him. He discovered there was
something even worse than any of those as he hopped down from the table,
his pubes as smooth and bald as a babe, and the doctor told Nurse Parker to
dry him off as he started on the next patient. Feeling like a child again
and too embarrassed to say anything, he stood there helplessly as the
shapely nurse dried off his groin and privates. He discovered, with even
greater angst, that there was still something even worse. He was
experiencing a teenage boy's wildest fantasy, standing there totally naked
and having his privates towelled by a young, stacked, nurse, and was not
feeling the slightest sign of arousal. She had to be very much aware of
that, as, he was sure, was everyone else in the room.
She did, and although she knew that anxiety could be the cause of the
lack of any reaction, she also knew that far more boys popped a boner
instantly, this not being the first time the doctor had asked her to towel
off a young boy he'd just shaven. She had never heard of an anti-virility
virus before, but she was seeing plenty of evidence of its existence. So
were the four hapless patients as one by one they went through the
embarrassment of having their public locks shaven and then being towelled
by the stacked nurse, Frankie also having the indignity of having the hairs
along his ass crack and butthole shaven.
Doctor Redderik was very much aware of the embarrassment and the angst
he was causing, and the looks on the faces of the four boys practically had
him creaming his shorts. Telling Nurse Parker that would be all for a
while, he had to step out of the room and take some time to cool off before
continuing. That he was making the boys wait and fret over what had
happened certainly didn't hurt either!
"I don't want to alarm you," he said in his most sympathetic voice
upon his return, "but I could not help noticing you boys haven't had any
reaction to Nurse Parker. Now I realize there is a very obvious reason for
that besides the possibility of an anti-virility virus," he observed,
pausing to observe the look of angst such a comment would normally cause
boys who were concerned about their sexuality, and noticing also the look
of guilt on Jesse's face and the others inadvertently flicking a glance in
his direction. "Actually a number of possible obvious reasons," he
continued, delighting in playing with their minds, "anxiety being the most
obvious." That had not been the number one choice by the boys and he knew
it. "Anyway," he said cheerfully, "let's continue. Next I'd like to check
out your strength. Slip on those hospital gowns and follow me." Doctor
Redderik smiled as he lead his four ducklings followed by Nurse Parker
through the hospital, taking the longest route possible. He loved the
embarrassment of a teenage boy being seen in a flimsy, mid- thigh long,
open backed hospital gown.
Arriving at the exercise room, he had them remove their gowns and took
the measurements of their thighs, which he could not resist caressing and
which he knew would cause them distress as their bodies reacted, and their
biceps, which he had to admit were impressive, hmming ominously all the
while. He then had them do a dozen pushups as rapidly as they could. The
sight of four naked teenage hotties doing pushups brought an image to his
mind, and to Nurse Parker's, that caused both of them to fidget. The boys
thought the same thing, and to their dismay, even that thought resulted in
no reaction between their legs.
"Now then, let's begin with these one pound weights. I want you to
raise them shoulder high by bringing your arms up directly in front of you,
and then lowering them and raising them again but this time with your arms
at your sides." He demonstrated using the pair he'd set aside, and then
nodded to the weights he'd set aside for the boys, weights that were five
times the weight he told them. The boys were surprised, and dismayed, to
find how heavy the one pound weights were. Even so, being physically
active, they did not have that much difficulty, nor with the two and three
pound weights, which were in reality ten and fifteen.
Telling Nurse Parker to take a break and to send in Nurse Bjornson,
the boys were expecting a gorgeous blond Swede and their hopes went up. To
their disappointment, Nurse Bjornson was Swedish, but as old as their
mothers, and built like a wrestler. By this time they had switched to
barbells and were struggling with the impossibly heavy, supposedly twenty
pound weights held above their heads when she stepped through the door.
Now, the sight of four handsome, sweating, naked boys, arms raised above
their heads and their privates openly in view would have phased any woman
of any age no matter how experienced, and Nurse Bjornson could not help
glancing down at the crotches of the four boys whom she recognized from
albums her daughters had. Their privates were of impressive size though
she could not be sure, their naked pubes possibly making them look larger
than they really were. She was surprised to notice the lack of any pubic
hair. She was also surprised at the difficulty they were having with the
supposedly twenty-pound weights, especially given the physiques of the four
boys, and she wondered what her daughters would think if they knew just
what sort of weaklings the boys really were. The boys were well aware of
what their girl fans would think, and what Nurse Bjornson had to be
thinking, and they themselves could not believe the difficulty they were
having. It was looking more and more like they did have the virus after
all!
Telling Nurse Bjornson what he needed for the next part of the exam,
Doctor Redderik dismissed her and stopped the boys before they hurt
themselves. "Remember when I said one of the three things that determine
virility was a person's soul, their behaviour?" The boys nodded as they
gasped for breath, glad for the break. "One thing that distinguishes boys
from girls is that boys aren't offended by their bodies and their natural
functions. Show me a young boy who doesn't find farts and fart jokes
fascinating and I'll show you a sissy." The boys all nodded in agreement.
"Grown men are not offended by their body functions either. Now women
misinterpret that as being crude, but men know some things are simply
natural. Take sweat for example.
Women find sweat offensive, but a real man isn't offended by sweat, or
its smell. After a workout like this for example, women would never check
out the odour of their own pits, or check out whose pits are the skunkiest.
Now, if you excuse me a moment, I have to go check on Nurse Bjornson."
The boys stared at the closing door and then glanced at each other,
the same thought crossing each of their minds. They slowly raised one arm
and then another and sniffed tentatively at their rank, sweaty pits.
"God, I smell like a skunk," observed Frankie.
"And that was before you started to sweat," joked Greg.
"Can't be anywhere near as bad as mine," observed Matt.
"Oh yeah, take a whiff."
Accepting the challenge, Matt did. "That's gross, but mine are still
skunkier."
"Oh yeah?" challenged Frankie as he bent over and sniffed at Matt's
damp pit. The odour of his arm pit was gross but he was not about to admit
it.
"You want skunky, take a whiff of these," offered Jesse, raising his
arms.
At that point four teenage girls stepped into the room. All eight
teenagers froze in shock for a second, though to each of them it seemed
like an hour. Frankie, stark naked and bent over and sniffing Matt's pit,
immediately straightened up and all four boys quickly dropped their hands
to their crotches and turned as bright red as the girls who raised their
hands to their mouths and quickly turned their backs to the naked boys.
"Sorry," one of them said meekly. "We were told to go to the exercise
room."
"My apology," said Doctor Redderik as he stepped into the room as if
on cue. "We were supposed to have been out of here. I got tied up. Come
boys, let's go to examination Room E2." The boys scrambled for their
hospital gowns and threw them on and followed the doctor, their faces
feeling so hot they were sure they were glowing.
"Is that who I think it is?" asked one of the girls as the door was
closing. Doctor Redderik chose that moment to pause and look at his charts
and the four boys practically bumped into him. The door jammed on the
wedge he'd inserted while the teenagers' attention had been elsewhere.
"It has to be! There can't be four boys all look-alikes!"
"Oh my God!"
"Were they really sniffing each other's pits?"
"They were."
"Ewww, gross."
"I could smell them just as they walked by!"
"You'd think they'd have better grooming habits than that!"
"Maybe that's why they're here, for their BO."
"I wonder why they're really here, in Oklahoma City, and together.
Like, they're still living in New York City aren't they? And they broke up
ages ago."
"Never mind that. Did you see, you know, their, you know!"
"How could we not! They were starkers!" The girls giggled and the
boys' faces were by then a vivid crimson.
"I expected them to be a lot larger."
"Oh yeah," the others agreed.
"They had no hair down there."
"Smooth as my baby brother."
"So were their rumps."
The girls burst into a gaggle of giggles as Doctor Redderik continued
on his way to examination room E2, their original examination room, picking
up Nurse Parker and Nurse Bjornson on his way. First he took blood
samples, making no effort to be gentle as he jabbed the needles into their
arms and knowing the boys would put on a macho face, just as he'd known
they would act on his suggestion about their arm pits. Boys were so
predictable, which made messing with their minds so much fun. He then told
them he needed saliva samples and had them spit into petri dishes in front
of the two nurses until they were full. Of course after his previous talk
about the differences between girls and boys and natural body functions,
they tried to act as if there was nothing gross about standing there in
their short, open-backed hospital gowns working up gobs of spit and
spitting into a petri dish until it was dangerously close to overflowing.
The spat of their saliva as it struck the slimy collection in the dish
seemed extraordinarily loud. The look in their faces had the four Brewster
boys rolling on the floor with laugher and Chris Trousdale grinning with
satisfaction.
The ultimate humiliation came when he told them to remove their gowns
and give urine samples. Standing there stark naked in front of everyone
and aiming their dicks at the opening of the plastic jugs the doctor had
the nurses provide them, they had, despite their embarrassment, no
difficulty complying with his request, the diuretic having taken effect by
then. Filling the jugs in front of each other and in front of the nurses
was humiliating, especially when it seemed like their streams were never
going to end, and the hollow sound of their piss filling the jugs resounded
in the ears of the boys. Handing the nurses the jugs of warm piss, they
stared at the floor in embarrassment despite the comment by the doctor that
men were not embarrassed by their bodily functions. Sending the nurses off
with the samples, Doctor Redderik opened one of the drawers and took out
the equipment he'd placed there earlier.
"One sign of virility is how tough a man is," he said, setting up the
boys. "These next tests are designed to test your tolerance for pain." He
smiled as the boys glanced at each other nervously. Picking up a set of
clamps from the local adult novelty shop, not the medical supply company,
he fastened them to Greg's teats and smiled when the eighteen-year-old boy
flinched. He worked slowly as he fastened the clamps to the nipples of the
other boys, knowing the anticipation would make the pain all the worse.
"Now, that doesn't hurt that much, does it?" The boys all bravely lied, to
his amusement. Next to humiliating smug and confident teenage boys, he
loved showing them they are nowhere near as tough as they think they are.
He added the first weight to the chains fastened to the clamps, working
slowly and allowing anticipation to magnify the pain he was inflicting.
One by one he added the weights until the boys' teats were stretched out
and swollen, and then he set the weights swinging. The boys pressed their
lips together and stared straight ahead, trying to pretend they were
feeling no pain. When he finally removed the clamps, he brushed each red,
swollen nub with the tips of his fingers, and although the boys flinched
and inhaled sharply, they did not cry out.
"Not bad, not bad at all," the doctor praised, and the boys allowed a
smile to cross their lips. Those simple words had made it worth enduring
the pain. "Now let's check out those testicles." Doctor Redderik allowed
a smile to cross his lips as theirs faded and their faces paled as they
imagined the clamps being attached to their balls. Having the four boys
line up, he slowly stepped in front of each and reaching down snapped each
of their testicles with his fingers, first lightly, then more forcefully,
and finally with enough force to cause tears to form in the boys' eyes
though again they did not cry out nor protest.
"Not bad," he observed. Not bad? Each of the boys imagined tying him
down and snapping his balls and seeing how he liked it. "The next test
will be much more pleasant. I'm going to time how fast you boys take to
get erect. With young men like you, I'm sure this will not take long at
all." Taking out a time clock, he smiled at the boys. "When I say begin,
start to fondle your penises and keep it up until you're fully erect."
Although embarrassing, being young and healthy, getting themselves
hard would not normally have been a problem. Now, with their anxiety about
their virility and doubts about their manliness and the effects of the
saltpetre and the desensitizing cream, it was a much different matter. As
the boys began to tug on their limp dicks and bounce them with their
fingers, they were dismayed to find they were getting no physical reaction
whatsoever, which only added to their anxiety. They tugged all the more
vigorously, stretching their limp dicks away from their bodies and twisting
their knobs in their fingers, all to no avail. Doctor Redderik stood there
watching the boys desperately but futilely trying to get themselves erect
with mock concern as he smiled to himself. Meanwhile, watching the live
video being fed into their home, the four Brewster boys and Chris Trousdale
were pounding their own rock hard cocks as they approached their second
climax for that afternoon.
Observing that they were obviously having difficulty, Doctor Redderik
offered his assistance. Sitting down on the low stool, he had each boy
step up in front of him and picking up the boy's limp dick, he brushed the
tip and then his recently shaved balls with his beard and moustache, but
the only result was to have him leaking pre-cum big time and the five boys
watching by live cam trembling with a powerful orgasm.
Telling the totally devastated and humiliated boys that it still did
not mean they had the virus and that perhaps it was a circulatory problem,
he stepped out to tell nurse Bjornson to bring them a bucket of ice, and to
slip into his office to give himself a well-deserved wank. It had been a
while since he'd felt so horny, and it was not long before he was gasping
with the throes of pleasure as his hot, throbbing member spurted out a
thick, copious load into the graduated cylinder he was holding in his other
hand. Upon his return he gave each of the boys a thong and had them fill
it with ice and then slip it on. As the minutes ticked by their cocks and
balls slowly shrivelled until the boys were sure they were going to be
frozen right off. When they removed their thongs, their dicks had
shrivelled up to an inch in length and their balls had almost totally
withdrawn inside their bodies.
As the doctor concluded that their problem was not a circulatory
problem, the door suddenly opened and a half dozen teenage girls stepped
into the room. The boys of course immediately dropped their hands, but not
before the gaggle of girls had a good look. The boys, once again red-
faced with humiliation, were at least spared the girls' comments this time
as they were directed to the right examination room, but they could only
imagine what they were saying, and what they'd be telling all their
friends.
"Girls," Doctor Redderik said, shaking his head, "never can get
directions right. So, are you boys feeling anything at all?"
They were, angst, humiliation, embarrassment, half-frozen dicks and
balls, a growing anxiety that they had totally lost their virility, and to
their surprise, a need to take a leak badly once again, the powerful
diuretic once again filling their bladders. The only one of them they
mentioned was the last.
"Hmm, do you boys normally have to urinate this much?" They glanced
at each other and shook their heads. "I see. That is usually a female
problem." That did not help the boys one little bit, while at the other
end of the cam feed the Brewster brothers were rolling on the floor with
gales of laughter once again. "I think we'd better include a retention
exam on your bladders. Might as well do your rectums and your testicles
while we're at it. Is that all right with you?" The boys eagerly nodded,
no idea what the exam entailed but desperate to be rid of the virus if it
was the cause. Having his two nurses bring in another four plastic jugs,
he had the boys empty their bladders once again in front of them, and to
their surprise, filling the jugs a second time was even more embarrassing
than the first.
"Well, we know your bladders are empty, and your bodies don't seem to
have any need to empty your testicles," Doctor Redderik observed, drawing
attention to their still shrunken dicks and shrivelled balls as they
self-consciously and carefully shook off their cold, limp dicks, "so that
just leaves your rectums. If you hop up on the examination tables, Nurse
Parker and Nurse Bjornson can begin your enemas while I dispose of these,"
he said, indicating the jugs of urine. Three more examination tables had
been rolled into the room, and glancing over at them with rapidly sinking
hearts, the four boys realized that all of their past humiliations were
nothing compared to what was about to happen.
Lying down on their backs with their legs raised and spread and held
in place by the metal clamps at the ends of the exam tables, the boys
didn't know which would be the more embarrassing, being fitted with the
enema tube by the shapely Nurse Parker or by the matronly Nurse Bjornson.
As they felt the nozzles being inserted in their anuses, they decided it
didn't really matter which of the two was doing it. To add to their
humiliation, as the warm, soapy water began to fill their rectums the
doctor returned with a trolley of baby bottles, four bottles for each of
them, which he said was a relaxant but which unbeknown by anyone except the
doctor was really the contents of their recently evacuated bladders. So
the four boys lay there sucking down their tepid, dilute urine while their
rectums were gradually filled until their stomachs were taut and they were
sure they were going to burst. As they lay there with their spread legs
and distended stomachs like four pregnant women, the doctor gave them their
last baby bottles filled with what he said was a power drink to replace the
minerals in their bodies.
In reality, after dividing up their urine samples, the good doctor had
filled another four bottles with his own urine and then had added equal
proportions of his cum from his earlier wank. And so the four naked boys
lay on their backs, sucking down the warm, strange-tasting power drink,
totally unaware what it and the thicker globules they occasionally sucked
into their mouths were and totally oblivious to the fact they were being
viewed on live cam. After finishing off their drinks, they were relieved
to hear they could finally empty their bowels and they eagerly, though
gingerly, slipped off the exam tables and squatted down on the chamber pots
that the nurses had set out for them. Their position and the sound of the
water gushing out of their rectums had the four boys blushing with
embarrassment once more. Having evacuated their bowels in front of each
other and the nurses, they discovered that and their concerns about which
of the nurses was going to insert the enema tube up their buttholes were
nothing compared to now wondering which one of them would be the more
embarrassing to wipe off their backsides and buttholes. As Chris looked at
the expression of total angst on their faces as they got their bottoms
wiped, he knew he owed the Brewster brothers big time for setting up his
revenge on his former band mates. As for the four brothers, Doctor
Redderik had become their latest hero.
Taking the four totally dejected and humiliated boys to one of the
conference rooms in which there were four other young boys waiting for
them, Doctor Redderik informed them much to their dismay that they were
going to have to spend the night at the hospital, but they were at least
relieved to hear the physical examination was over for the day. "Now, as I
explained a couple hours ago," the doctor began, the couple hours having
seemed like twenty-four to the four entertainers, "virility is determined
by three factors, physical, which we are still checking on, mental, which
we'll assess tomorrow, and your spirit, your beliefs and behaviour. I
thought perhaps this would be a good opportunity to pursue that latter
avenue, and at the same time give some of your young fans here in Oklahoma
City a chance to ask some questions. This is Jason and Shaun, who are here
to interview you for the newspaper of one of our local high schools," he
said, introducing an eighteen and sixteen-year-old boy respectively, "and
Perry and Jimmy, who are here from one of our middle schools." The two
boys, fourteen and ten respectively, nodded. All four were, the
entertainers noted, particularly good looking, excited and eager to begin,
and more than a little in awe of them. They had been interviewed many
times by then, by professionals and amateurs, by adults and fellow teens,
so they had a pretty good idea what to expect, which was comforting after
what they had gone through. The four boys also reminded them in a
disturbing way of the four Brewster brothers who had come to interview
them, and that thought was unsettling.
The four boys began with the usual fan questions: what do you like to
eat, what do you like to drink, what is your favourite colour, your
favourite toothpaste, your favourite singer, what is your height, weight,
eye colour, and a dozen other inane questions they'd been asked a hundred
times in a hundred different cities. Familiar and comfortable in these
surroundings, and reminded of days past where this was a common occurrence
when they were still together as the Dream Street band, they began to
relax, and even joke with each other.
"What sports do you like to play?"
"Lacrosse and soccer," responded Matt.
"Oh yeah, I love soccer," said Greg, "and basketball."
"Paintball, golf, and powerboating for me," was Frankie's reply.
"Baseball," contributed Jesse, "definitely baseball."
"Cool. Real men play competitive sports," observed Jason, and the
boys glanced at each other. Was that just a coincidence that he said that?
"What do you think about girls screaming when you're trying to sing?"
"Well, it is kind of disturbing when you're trying to concentrate,"
observed Jesse.
"But cool," added Matt. "It is seeing and hearing the fans reacting
to your music that makes performing live so great." The others all agreed
quickly. They were all pros and knew the importance of playing up to the
fans in interviews such as this, and besides, what Matt had said was true.
They loved their music, but like all entertainers, they had an
exhibitionist side that live performances satisfied.
"What do you think about having boys as fans?" asked Perry.
"That's cool. We play for everyone," observed Matt, which was true,
but the question immediately caused each of them to again think of the
Brewster brothers.
"You think some of them might be fags?"
"I suppose some of them could be. We don't really think about that
sort of thing," Frankie responded with a shrug. "It doesn't really matter.
And we prefer the word gay," he added, resisting the impulse to glance over
at Jesse. He'd gotten to know several gay performers besides Jesse and
Aaron, and with his good looks and body, he'd been hit upon by several guys
over the past year, all of whom he'd rejected. He had no interest in guys
whatsoever, but unlike Greg and Matt, the thought of guys having sex with
each other didn't upset him.
"That don't bother you?"
"No," he said, this time flashing a glance at Jesse before he could
stop himself. He did not mean to bring attention to Jesse, but his action
did.
"Do you think advertising your concerts and records and stuff flaunts
your masculinity?" asked Shaun to nobody in particular.
"Yeah, of course. It's part of advertising," responded Jesse quickly,
who immediately wondered if the others were thinking his quick response was
to cover his homosexuality, and wondering himself why he'd been so fast to
respond.
"Do you think you are as masculine as the ads say?" Shaun asked him
directly.
"Sure," he laughed, hoping he didn't sound as uncomfortable as he
felt.
"Do you think you are hard hearted?"
"No, I can't say I am. I'm more of a romantic."
"A real man is hard hearted." The boys glanced at each other. These
were not the usual fan questions, and considering why they were there in
Oklahoma City, it did not take much to guess that Doctor Redderik had a
part in deciding on some of the questions to ask.
"Any of you like guns?" The boys shook their heads in the negative.
"A real man is interested in guns and machines and stuff like that,"
observed Perry.
"Well, we do like paintball," Frankie pointed out.
"Though some of us don't play so well," joked Jesse, trying to lighten
up the interview.
"Do you think you are combative?"
"Oh yeah."
"You should see Frankie play paintball," Greg observed, trying to help
out his friend and former band mate.
"Aggressive?"
"Oh yeah. You should watch Matt play soccer," observed Jesse, knowing
what Greg was trying to do and adding his support.
"A real man has power. Do you think you have power?"
"Well, I don't know about power," replied Greg, the four boys growing
more and more uncomfortable with this line of questions. "I'd say we have
influence."
"Oh yeah," the others agreed, "in many ways."
"A real man has money. You guys rich?"
"Well, not real rich," replied Matt, the boys fidgeting. They'd like
to be. Back when they were a group they figured they were well on the way
actually, and having disbanded and having to start over, that was one of
several sore points with their parents. "But we aren't lacking."
"Do you think real men can have pierced ears and stuff?"
"Well, yeah. A lot of guys have pierced ears, nose studs, stuff like
that. That doesn't mean they aren't masculine," dared Greg, having an
earring himself and daring to speak out though he knew how that answer
might reflect on him in the doctor's eyes.
"Do you think real men can have long hair?"
The boys glanced at each other again, worried how their answer might
reflect on them. "A lot of performers have had long hair in the past, and
many still do. Hair styles and fashions change," responded Jesse finally,
realizing that really didn't answer the question.
"A real man has sex with girls. Have any of you ever had sex with a
girl?" asked Jason.
The boys snorted. "You don't really expect us to answer that one,"
observed Greg. "If I did or didn't, I would respect the girl too much to
tell whether or not I did."
"Besides, you can't possibly publish that sort of thing in a school
paper!"
"Yeah, but just between us, have you?" asked Jason with a leer.
"I'm sure you boys have surmised by now that I've asked that some
questions pertinent to why you're here be included in the interview,"
interrupted Doctor Redderik, and the four performers immediately wondered
just how much the doctor had told their four interviewers about why they
were there. "Of course we have the understanding that your answers to any
highly personal questions like the last one are privileged and not to be
disclosed to anyone." The four celebrities glanced at their interviewers.
"You needn't worry. I know these four boys well. They can be trusted."
"So, the answer is?" asked Jason with a smile.
"Well, kissing and caressing and stuff, but nothing more intimate,"
admitted Greg, and the others all admitted to the same.
"So, do you consider yourselves role models for other guys?"
"Yeah, sure."
"How often do you masturbate?" asked Jimmy with a sparkle in his eyes.
The boys chuckled nervously and glanced at each other and then at
doctor Redderik. They reluctantly admitted they did it, but quickly added
they only did it rarely when they were particularly horny.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"Lots of different things. Mostly girls," Greg was quick to add.
"You think about your fans?" asked Perry.
"Sometimes."
"Your boy fans?" asked Shaun, looking directly at Jesse.
"No," he replied honestly.
"You ever think about boys?" Shaun asked, still looking at Jesse.
Jesse turned even redder. "Well, yeah, sometimes," he admitted,
unwilling to lie. To do so would be to deny his sexual orientation, and he
was not about to do that regardless of the consequences.
"Any of you guys ever do anything with other guys?" asked Jimmy.
They glanced at each other and one by one slowly nodded they had,
knowing it was no use lying before the doctor. They had all sensed that he
was one of those adults who would know immediately if they did.
"Like kissing and caressing?" asked Perry.
Again the boys slowly nodded.
"There, you see," said Doctor Redderik, "I told you all boys mess
around with each other, even famous celebrities. It is a natural part of
being a real boy. The only difference I imagine is that being a celebrity
you have more opportunities to do it," he observed, looking at his four
patients.
"I suppose so," observed Frankie, knowing it was true.
"Well, I think that is a good place to close our interview, and
conclude our examination for today," observed the doctor, much to the
relief of his four patients and the disappointment of the four
interviewers. "I'll see you four boys in a moment," he continued, looking
at the four interviewers. "I think that went quite well," he observed
after the boys had left the room. "You boys have had a long day. I'll
have Nurse Parker get you settled in your private room. Tomorrow we'll be
testing your retentive ability as our final physical test for this virus,
so you'll be getting a special diet for the rest of the day to prepare
you."
With that, he called in Nurse Parker and headed off to reward the four
interviewers, whom he knew by then would be feeling as randy as any boy
ever could, which was just how he liked them.